However, it wasn't a style from any luxury brand, nor was it designed by a famous artisan.
Qiao An couldn't be bothered to care, her gaze shifted to Lai Qinghuan, and she curved her lips into a smile, "I didn't expect Miss Lai, with your prim and proper appearance, to enjoy gossiping behind people's backs and tattling."
"Miss Qiao, you've misunderstood…" Lai Qinghuan frowned, wanting to explain.
"What did I misunderstand?"
"I saw you didn't have any guards with you, and I was just worried you might be in danger. That's why I anxiously called Third Young Master Mu."
Women understand women best.
In Lai Qinghuan's eyes, Qiao An saw a hint of mockery and disdain.
But she hid it very well, not easily caught by the average person.
No doubt, the words she had just said were likely intended for Qiao An to overhear as though they slipped out unintentionally.
When it came to those who came looking for trouble, Qiao An was never one to show mercy.
She wanted to play, didn't she?
